Page 24 of Sweet Heat at Bayside
“Before you get blitzed, tell me what’s going on.” His serious expression rattled her. “Don’t you trust me?”
“Yes” came easily, honestly, and with a gust of relief. Luckily, the girls were busy chatting and not hanging on her every word. “Tonight threw me off or something. When Violet said that, it made me think I didn’t really know you.” She leaned closer and lowered her voice to a whisper. “Are you into that stuff? Slaves and submissives?”
He put an arm around her and pulled her closer. “I’m intoyou, Serena. That’s who I am. Do I enjoy a little kink? Sometimes, sure, if my partner is into it, but I’m not into slaves and submissives.”
She skipped right over his admission about being into her, because they both knew this thing between them was like a simmering pot ready to explode. “Kink,” she repeated. Her mind zoomed through all the kinky things she could think of. What if her definition of kink was different from his? She shielded her mouth again and whispered, “What do you considerkink?”
He gave her aget seriouslook and said, “We are not talking about this here.”
“Do you make women call youDaddy?” she whispered, now more curious than ever about what he was into.
“Don’t be sick,” he said with a laugh. “I told you we aren’t talking about this.”
“Oh, yes, we are. I’m leaving tomorrow, and I want to know.”
He hauled her closer. She was practically sitting on his lap. He’d never been a close talker, and now it seemed that was the only way he wanted to communicate with her. “I’m not going to educate you in kink the night before you leave town.”
The way he saideducate you, in a lower and more serious tone, made her stomach dip. She loved his reaction so much, she decided to push him even further. She grabbed her purse and dug out her phone. “Fine. Maybe I can find some explanatory pictures of guys doing kinky th—”
He snagged her phone, scowling at her. “Enough.”
“If you won’t educate me…” She glanced around the bar and spotted Harper’s brothers. Colton owned the bar and was gay, and Brock owned a gym in Eastham and was straight as an arrow, making him the perfect weapon to stir Drake’s jealousy. “I bet Brock will.”
She pushed to her feet, and Drake grabbed her hand, stopping her in her tracks. Her nerves flared. She felt like she was standing on the edge of a volcano, taunting an eruption by egging him on, but heaven help her, she wanted to jump in feet-first.
He rose slowly and purposefully beside her, his steady gaze rooting her in place.
“Where are you going?” Chloe asked.
“To dance,” Drake said, putting his other hand on her lower back so possessively he could have branded her bare skin.
Chapter Seven
DRAKE CONSIDERED HIMSELF a master of self-control, but Serena was chipping away at it minute by minute. He’d believed he had conquered his desire for her, shelved it out of reach to be fantasized about but never realized. But as they weaved through the crowded dance floor, his sassy, sexy girl clinging to him, colorful lights raining down on bumping and grinding bodies all around them, the scent of lust thickening the air, he struggled with his resolve.
Out of eyeshot from their friends, he took Serena in his arms, crushing her softness against his hard frame. His hands splayed across her back, moving down her hips, demanding and possessive, like she was alreadyhis. Carnal desires flooded him, and he struggled to remember why he’d fought them for so long.
She gazed up at him with a challenge in her gorgeous eyes, rocking seductively against him. There was no beginning or end to what she did to him. Seeing her, laughing with her,wantingher was a continual stream of goodness culminating in an ocean of emotions.
They danced to their own private beat, slow and sensual, then fast and dirty. His hands moved greedily over her hot flesh. He spoke directly into her ear. “Touch me.”
He put enough space between them to give her hands room to roam, and roam they did, moving hot and hungrily over his chest, ribs, andoh yeah, baby, up his face. Her delicate fingers played over his scruff, then down his neck. She closed her eyes, and her lips glistened enticingly as she moved to the beat, exploring his body, getting lost in him.
“Eyes on me, Supergirl.”
Her eyes opened, needy and hauntingly sexy. Tangled between their scorching chemistry and unrelenting desire was a whispered warning, telling him to back off. He was going to upend her life if he continued on this runaway train. Their bodies connected from thighs to chest, brushing, pressing and rocking, turning him on beyond belief. She was panting with desire. He lowered his mouth to her neck, breathing in her intoxicating scent. Her fingers curled into the backs of his arms. He didn’t kiss her neck, didn’t touch her skin with his mouth. His lips hovered over the curve where her neck met her shoulder, breathing warmth there. She went up on her toes to reach his mouth, but he kept a sliver of space between them, enjoying her clawing and arching, her need for more. The song “Strip That Down” by Liam Payne came on, and he pulsed his hips to the sexy beat. His hands slid down, holding her tight.
She grabbed his head, trying to force his mouth to her neck. He clutched her wrist and drew back far enough to see her pleading eyes.
Forget. This.
He hauled her off the dance floor toward the hallway that led to the bathrooms.
“Where are we going?” she panted out, hurrying to keep up with him.
He had no frigging idea, because he wasn’t about to take her in abathroom.
“Away from prying eyes.” He took her hands in his and backed her up against the wall, caging her in with his body, and pinned her wrists above her head. She stared up at him with wide eyes as he lowered his mouth near hers, craving her like a drug.
